Mama,
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jojojello
jojojello if you know who I am, could you show me?
Autoplay OFF   •   6 months ago
things I can't say

Mama,

I need more than I know how to get.

I'm poisoning myself to feel anything at all.

And mama, you were right,

You weren't having a girl,

But Great-Grandma wasn't right either.

Mama, I'm not your daughter,

And I guess I'm not your son either,

But I'm only meeting you now anyways

So what does who I am matter?

Mama, this world wasn't built for me,

Mama, I've been hurt,

More times than I can count,

Mama, I can't wash away

Your handprint from my face.

Mama, my life's a mess

And all you see is the shame

Mama, I don't know what to do

And I know you never did either

How did you survive?

Are we so different after all?

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